Daniel McIntyre Collegiate Institute - Breezes Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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50 D. M. C. I. BREEZES LOG OF ROOM 50 FOR 1928-1929 October—Room filled to the last seat. We have the “long and short’’ of grade 10 this year. (Holmes and Asgierson.) All set for a banner year. November—Election of class officers this month: President, J. Owen; Vice-President, R. Kiede; Secretary, L. Gray; Sports Captain, M. Dale; Press, B. Bradshaw. Also had a weiner roast in St. Charles. Nobody sick. Decem ' ber—Room represented by Bradshaw in the Junior Council. Exams are putting a damper on activities. January—After holidays a dozen of the faithful had a mocassin hike with the same number of girls from 61. Gray’s house after. February—Gray has place on school hockey team. We have a new member in the person of James (Fat) Fraser, late of Smooth Rock Falls. March—Reed Vandevecken and Younger are all forwards on the school’s primary basketball, and they won the championship. G. John¬ son is on the junior team. Class executive had a party at Yeddeau’s house. Room 61 again favored by our lads. April—After holidays found Owen had left us. R. Kiede now President; Rackhan, Vice-President. May—Have ten men from room in the Inter-High Track Team. June—Everybody passed. P. ' S.—At least we hope so. —B.B., Room 50. INSERTED IN LOVING MEMORY OF ROOM 61 A is “ Adele,’’ a flighty young lass, Who fidgets and fusses while sitting in class. B is for “Bev.,” our basketball star, Who sat on the floor more than others by far! C is the class of room sixty-one, The teachers appreciate us, every one (?). D is for “Daniel,” the best school of all, We’ll always remember our walks down the hall. E is for “Essie,” with springs in her shoes, ’Tis she scales the ladder when our balls we lose. F is for “Frenchie,” also called Red— ' The brightest spot in our room is her head! G is for “Giget,” a hardy young sinner, Who always comes late—except for her dinner. H is for “Hickson,” please pardon our sin, We couldn’t say “Miss,” for it didn’t fit in. I is “Intelligence,” some say we lack, Our able debaters make you take that back. J is for “ Jarrett,” Christian name Grace, Who always is seen with a smile on her face.

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D. M. C. I. BREEZES 49 ROOM RECORDS-GRADE X. ARTS ROOM 52 ANAGRAMS Our famous Hunter set out from the McIntyre one day with Thom and Dyck. His object was to shoot a Kuhn, but the only living thing he saw was a Swan. The little Swanscn looked so pitiful, however, that he had not the heart to use his Winchester. R-Ashley he pushed for¬ ward to where the Wall-is round the Fieldhouse. In the garden there were many varieties of flowers, among them: Myrtle, Marguerites, Daisy, Violet, and Lillie. He meant to eat his lunch in the Olive tree, but finding himself too heavy he Laura’d himself to the ground. After eating some Christie’s biscuits and a bar of Ryley’s toffee, his hunger was not appeased. How he longed for some hot Campbell’s soup or a dish of Ogilvie’s oats! The others were heard to murmur: “I Bett-y could eat an ox.” Soon afterwards our Hunter was stricken with a severe Bain. When a Carter had been called and he had been trans¬ ferred home he recovered, giving his friends cause to re-Joyce. Tis health is now as sound Isabel. —C.H. ROOM 47 Room 47 unanimously votes that First Aid should be taught in the Daniel McIntyre. This appeal is the result of four casualties which oc¬ curred in Room 47 this term. The first happened when Bill Ellis ran into the 182 lbs. bulk of Morris Lapkin. Bill thought he had hit the school. Then a baseball bat mysteriously collided with Eva Peter’s head. Finally, some one hit Ham Mullins in the eye. We think we win the championship in this line. —W.F. Boom-Boom! In our room; Dig and delve, Nine till twelve; All done, Th ' ink it’s fun, Every pupil Hard has tried Teachers all Satisfied. In twelve ’Tis the rule To keep our place As best in school. ROOM 12 Om the playground, Anywhere, Every man The game plays fair, Win or lose, The spirit’s there. Baseball champions Soon to be, Rooters wanted, Seats are free! Standing- room, of course, You see! Basketball and volley, too— That’s not all, But- I thank you. —B.G

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D. M. C. I. BREEZES 51 K is for “Kike,” so childish and droll, The teachers all think her a silly young soul. L is for “larks, ” namely, Edna and Janet, Who often keep singing when we wish they’d “can it.” M is for “Maggie,” our olive consumer, That she eats them hy tons is more than a rumor. N is for notes we receive by the reams, No wonder we’ve nightmares and unhappy dreams. 0 is “Obedience,” and we can’t be blamed For admitting that it makes our class justly famed. Pis for “President”—Kay holds the post, She doesn’t do much, but that is her most. Q is for “Questions” asked by the score, We can answer them all and then coax for more. R is for “Rhoda,” our young Sherlock Holmes, She writes thrilling stories, surpassing her poems. S is for “Seniors,” whose class is next door, That we’re an example for them makes them sore. T is for “Teachers,” who come to our room, If we did all our work they’d “faw down and go boom!” Tj is for “us,” the best of the lot, Up to the minute and right on the dot! V is the “virtue” possessed by our class— The teachers don’t think it will help us to pass. W is for “warriors,” hardy and bold, Winners in sports like the heroes of old. X is the “exit” we all make at four, If you don’t make a rush you’ll be jammed at the door. Y is the yell that proves beyond doubt Everyone’s glad that school is let out. Z is our zeal, perseverance and skill, We give to our school with a hearty good-will. —A.D., Room 61. THEME SONG FOR “A CLASS TRAGEDY”—Room 14 Latin is a language dead, As dead as dead can be; First it killed the Romans, And now it’s killing me. All are dead who wrote it, All are dead who spoke it, All will die who learn it, Noble death—they earn it. (Not I, ’cause I can’t learn it.) By the budding poet of Room 14:—J. McQ.